i hate people who put into boxes.
and i hate myself.
i hate people who are judgy.
and i hate myself.
i hate people who misgender others.
and i hate myself.
i hate people who hate others.
and i fucking hate myself.
YOU ARE READING
regulus' sad boy poetry
Poetry"Roses are red, my dad is a prick, don't make me go to work, I'd rather die," Barty whines. "That doesn't even rhyme," Regulus mutters. Barty grunts. "Poetry doesn't have to rhyme. You taught me that. Anyway, it's better than whatever you're writi...
